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Before we begin, here’s some basic info about me: 21, from Mumbai, 5-11 height, 5.5″ cock, fitness freak with a slim body, and work as a writer.
This is a true story about my first time blowjob, but all names are changed. This story is a direct continuation from Part 1, so if you haven’t read it yet, please and read it first before moving further.
Varsha opened the door. She was wearing a red and orange sari and didn’t have any make-up or anything. I know it sounds stereotypical, but she looked exactly like Savita Bhabhi from those sex comics I read back in the day.
It was like I had entered a fictional world. She was chewing a piece of gum, and I got the feeling that she wasn’t expecting me.
“Hey, Ved,” she said excitedly. I liked that she still remembered my name, even though I had said it so awkwardly the day before. I didn’t know if to call her by her name or what other titles to use since she was much older than me.
Calling her ‘Aunty’ would be insulting, and ‘Mam’ would be too formal, so I just said, “Hi.”
“Come in, please,” she said.
Her flat wasn’t that great and smelled like old newspapers and decayed wood. It was just functional, not luxurious, like the one I was living in with my family. It had all the basic amenities a person might need for survival, but nothing more. She didn’t even have an air conditioner, just a ceiling fan.
It seemed like the perfect place to either murder someone or to have sex. Any in-between stuff wouldn’t be fun. The view, as expected, was majestic. You could see Mumbai for what it really was, an amalgamation of great contradictions.
In a single view, you could see tiny huts and also high-tech offices. You could see huge apartment buildings, but also slum areas. A city trying to leapfrog its way to the future. It’s exactly this quality of it that had made it attractive to me in the first place.
The TV (an old 32″ one) was switched on and played highlights from some cricket tournament. That was good because whenever I meet someone new, there’s always a period of awkwardness. At least, this would eliminate any heavy silence.
I also noticed that there wasn’t anybody else in the house, which made me even more excited. I took off my shoes and my mask and placed them outside the front door. Once I got in, she gestured me to sit on the couch. I sat on the side in a very reserved way.
I folded my hands, was looking down on the floor, and crisscrossed my legs together tightly. I did this any time I was in a new place. As I was sitting on the couch, Varsha went inside a room and returned with a cheap plastic chair, which she placed aside from me, away from the couch.
She sat down and faced my direction.
Varsha (with a smile): What’s up with these sporty clothes?
Me (still looking at the floor): I was going on my daily run when I remembered you from yesterday, so I decided to come up.
Varsha: Oh, wow, that’s nice. You’re looking pretty fit.
I’d never been complimented on my fitness before, so it felt really good. I didn’t say anything, though, just smiled and nodded.
Varsha: Come on, don’t be so uptight and nervous. Loosen up a bit, relax.
I tried to. I was still nervous as hell, but I spread out my hands a bit, loosened up my legs, and pretended to watch the TV.
Varsha: So, what do you do?
Me: I’m a ghostwriter. I write books for other people to publish under their name, and sometimes I work for myself. I know it might be unexpected for you. I have a generic programmer face.
Varsha (chuckling): Yes, you do actually look like a programmer. But it takes brains to write books and a lot of courage. Programming doesn’t. It’s just robotic. If you enjoy it, then good for you, but, sadly, other people get to take the credit for your work.
Me: It’s not so bad. They pay me pretty well.
Varsha: Does this happen often?
Me: What?
Varsha: Ghostwriting? Like, there could be some books I read whose author might be someone other than the person credited.
Me: Some? Has to be many. Almost all business autobiographies are ghostwritten by guys like me.
Varsha: Wow, I didn’t know about this. Weird stuff.
This conversation was going nowhere, but I was warming up to her. For a minute or so, we didn’t have anything else to say to each other and just stared at the TV like zombies. I didn’t want to ask her any personal questions because I didn’t want to risk making her sad or offending her.
She didn’t seem to want to know much about me either. I’d always hated small talk. I liked getting things done. My motto had always been: do more, talk less. This helped me in life, but it meant I wasn’t fun at parties. And I think it was the same with her.
I was focused on the cricket highlights when she dropped the big ball, “Look, we both know why you’re here. I talked to you yesterday because you were the only one I encountered in a long while who dared to make a conversation with me.”
Varsha: It’s not your joke or your face or your body I was impressed with, but the fact that you were trying. You were attracted to me enough to get over your anxiety and risk being labeled a creep. It was so cute. I’ve been alone for months, just stuck in this flat.
Varsha: Everyone I know is outside the city and is unreachable. I talk to them every day, but I still feel lonely. I desire someone’s touch. So, let’s drop the small talk and get to it. What do you want to do?
I was feeling very nervous, lost control over myself, and evaded her question and said, “Only yesterday I turned 21, and I’ve never even had a girlfriend yet. When I came across you in the lift, I felt hopeful again and didn’t want to miss my chance.”
She stood up from her chair and sat beside me on the couch, leaning towards me, and I felt even more excited.
Varsha (visibly curious): So, you’ve never done it before?
Me: Nope. I had many opportunities to do it but missed them all.
Varsha: That’s just sad. You’re so cute and funny. Don’t worry. Now I’m here. After today until lockdown ends, you can come to my flat every day, telling your family that you’re going on your run.”
She blinked an eye and continued, “And I’ll teach you everything: A to Z. You’re sexy, just need a bit of experience and learning, then you’ll have a girlfriend and all.“
Looking at my nervous, confused, and surprised face, she said, “Relax. Don’t worry, it’ll be more fun than your daily run, and I won’t tell anybody about it. Consider this your birthday gift from me,” and she laughed.
Later on, I realized that I wouldn’t have asked all these questions at any other time in my life. I’d just straight-up gone for it when she first asked, “Kya karna hai pehle?” like any other guy my age would. But all these days of staying on No-Fap had made me look at things differently.
That had impressed Varsha a lot. She saw that I was more than a sex-crazed monkey. I had control over my mind, and this made me really attracted to her. This was the only reason she asked me to come to her every day. Otherwise, this would’ve been a one-time thing, and she would’ve ignored me after that.
I had completely opened up to her at this point in the conversation, and I was comfortable in the place I was in. I was my usual funny, happy-go-lucky self.
“I’ve been curious since childhood how it would feel to have someone warmly and make love to it,” I said.
“Why not?” she said, with a smile, then started getting ready.
She closed the curtains, switched off the TV, closed the main door of the flat. She then went to the kitchen, probably to drink a glass of water. I noticed that it was awfully hot in the flat, and I was already sweating all over my body.
I was still having a hard time believing all this was real. As she was gone, my cock was making a tent in my shorts, and I took it off along with my underwear. I sat comfortably in the middle of the couch with my legs spread wide, closed my eyes, and slowly massaged my cock to make sure it stayed hard.
As my eyes were closed, I heard her footsteps, felt like she was coming closer to me. “Wow!” I heard her say. She said it like an enthusiastic little girl in a high tone. When I opened my eyes, I saw something that made me say the same thing in the same tone.
She was completely naked, from head to toe. It took a while for me to digest what I was seeing. Up until this point, I had only seen such a thing on a tiny screen on my phone. Not even the best MILF porn actresses looked like her. The closest I could associate her with was Kendra Lust.
Suddenly, I felt like I didn’t deserve this, that there was a lot more to do in life before I got the privilege of making love to this mature, heavenly body. I felt it was an injustice that such a woman was lonely. But then, it was an injustice I wasn’t gonna complain about.
She saw my expression, my dumbfounded face, and smiled. She relished my innocence and my lack of knowledge.
“Come on, take off your t-shirt. I’m completely naked too. Let’s do it and get it going,” she said.
I did what she said, and before I could say anything else, she was down on her knees in front of me. I wanted to wait, and she knew. I bent down and kissed her, ran my hands through her beautiful hair. I felt her face, looked deeply in her eyes, into her soul.
After she kissed my lips, she kissed my chest, then my stomach, until she reached my cock. All the while tantalizing me with her tongue, leaving out this beautiful, straight, and shiny wet line through the middle part of my body.
When she reached my cock, she licked the tip and bit down on it with her teeth mischievously. I let out a little moan. She then locked eyes with me, and I knew she was ready to devour it at my command. She knew how important this was for me and how much I wanted to savor it.
She was having fun with it by leading me to the edge, begging me to set her free. For a moment there, I went into a different part of my mind. With Varsha’s hungry mouth just in front of my cock, ready to devour it, I felt like I was about to unlock a rare achievement in a video game.
I was about to feel something I had never felt before. I took a deep breath and nodded at her. She bent down and started sucking hungrily. It was an indescribable feeling, like a powerful current going all through my body. I knew I wouldn’t be the same ever again after this moment.
The feeling that I was dying a little with every passing moment went away, and I felt truly alive. Like I could do anything. I felt like a human being again. I put my hand on her head and tried to slow her down. She liked the fact that I’d shown authority.
She accordingly slowed down her head and her tongue as well. Now and then, I held her head firmly in my hands and then pushed up from the couch to go deeper into her throat. She gagged each time I did it.
In just about two minutes, I was ready to cum. For more than 30 days, I hadn’t masturbated, and I knew it would be a heavy load. I just said, “Coming,” and she understood. I wanted to release it in her mouth. She started sucking vigorously, and I moaned in relief and pleasure.
I released it all inside her warm and loving mouth, every drop of it, and she licked up whatever was left. I felt so relieved, so relaxed, so blissful. It was like everything in the world was perfect, just as it should be. I felt like a baby in a womb.
I had no thoughts, no worries, no responsibilities, nothing to do, and nothing to show. I almost fell asleep, but then she tapped me on my legs. She hadn’t swallowed my cum, but there was so much of it that she couldn’t speak. So, she gestured me to kiss her, and I stood up and obeyed her.
As our lips met, she opened up her mouth slowly. My warm cum flowed abundantly between our lips, down our necks, then down our chests. She guided me to the bedroom by holding my cock in her hands, where we cuddled and spread it all over our bodies.
Feeling her titties over my chest was also indescribable. I’d never felt something so soft and smooth. After exploring our bodies for a little while, I felt her getting up and moving. I opened my eyes, and she was standing near the bed.
“I know another thing you’d like,” she said. She pushed me back, placed a pillow under my head, got down to the foot of the bed. Before I knew it, she’d covered my dick with both her tits and was rubbing them up and down. .
“Oh, yeah. How’d I forget about that?” I said.
She laughed heartily. Having my cock between her big titties, with such a beautiful woman as her, made me feel invincible. I felt like I was on top of the world. I had complete control over everything and everyone on the ground and had the power to influence all world events. I felt like a king, a champion.
Then I came on her face, and she kissed me again. I told her that I had to leave in a little while, and she scrunched up her nose in disappointment. I knew that what we did must’ve been underwhelming for her, almost a joke.
But she understood where I stood as well. I needed to hide this from the people in my home. Fortunately, as the weeks went by, she brought me up to her level. We explored and redefined our limits every day, all within a 30-minute time.
After we cleaned up a bit, I made sure most of the sweat stayed on me. So I looked like I did actually have a run, which made her laugh uncontrollably. There was only one minute left before I had to go home.
But right at the doorway, she got down on her knees, pulled down my shorts, and started sucking my cock again. “I don’t think I have another load in me. I’m too tired,” I said as she buried her face deep in my crotch.
She pulled out her mouth, looked up at me, and replied, “I don’t care. I just like love sucking your dick,” as if she were talking about her favorite candy. It turned out I actually had another load in me, and this time she swallowed it because we didn’t want to clean up again.
After I pulled up my shorts and was leaving, she said, “Tomorrow, we won’t talk and will get right to it,” before closing the door.
I hope you enjoyed my story up till now. Believe me, in the next part, things get real hot!
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